"This is the new magical plague researched by the Forsaken Royal Apothecary Guild? It doesn't seem to work very well......" Zhang Cheng couldn't help frowning when he saw more and more corpses being awakened in the city.

The reason is simple, although the green smoke travels through the air very quickly, covering the entire dock in the blink of an eye, most of them are slow-moving corpses, and only a handful of ghouls have managed to evolve into agile ghouls, perhaps frighteningly large in number, but not very good in quality.

Not to mention that it is used to deal with the Scourge Legion, it is a bit insufficient to deal with the Alliance, whether it is a mage who has mastered the power of the arcane, or a priest or paladin who uses divine energy, it is easy to kill these low-level undead in pieces.

Just when he was a little disappointed in the power of the magic plague, the corpse that was originally infected suddenly changed.

I saw that the corpse's original bloody chest grew a huge ugly tumor like a mouth at some point, and as soon as this tumor was formed, it began to devour the surrounding low-level undead, and in just a few minutes, it changed from an ordinary zombie to a suture abomination with a height of three meters.

Although this improvised abomination is far less sturdy than the real abomination, and in some places even has bloody intestines, it is no longer something that ordinary people can deal with.

Of course, this is not the most terrifying, the most terrifying thing is that there are some other living corpses that have also undergone similar mutations, and in less than ten minutes, thirty or forty hideous and terrifying stitching abomination appeared in the army of the undead.

Unlike the Stitched Abominations, which are crafted through normal alchemy and necromancy, they have no reason at all, let alone obey anyone's orders, and are full of only one thought, which is to kill every living life around them.

In fact, not only these abominations, but also awakened zombies and ghouls, madly through every street and alley, rushing into people's houses, dragging out civilians hiding in houses or basements, brutally killing and eating.

Without the mass allure of the Tower, the survivors finally regained their senses, staring at the purgatory-like scene with wide-eyed eyes in disbelief.

Whether it was an ordinary person or a soldier who was lucky not to die in battle, he couldn't help but hold his breath at this moment.

They never dreamed that they would one day be surrounded by thousands of undead. And these monsters were relatives, friends, or enemies fighting each other one second, but the next second they have become another evil life form - the undead.

Infected by fear and despair, everyone forgot to run and resist, and stood stupidly in place to let ghouls and zombies rush up and kill them, and their faces did not show pain, fear or anything like the other on their faces before they died, but left a sense of relief.

Hearing the screams coming from inside the city getting less and less and fainter, Zhang Cheng realized that the entire old town might have completely turned into a city of death.

In particular, hundreds of thousands of souls wandering in the air have forced the ambient temperature to drop rapidly, and in some extreme places, white ice has condensed.

With so much soul and death energy, it is estimated that it can only be compared to the order to slaughter the entire Stratholme when Arthas was still a prince.

As a magic sword that sustains itself by devouring souls, the Soul Arrester undoubtedly felt the temptation everywhere, and asked in a low voice, "What do you want to do?

"No, of course not, I'm going to create myself a loyal servant, an executioner who wields the dying energy......" Zhang replied with a deep smile.

"Oh? what do you mean...... Make a Death Knight?!" Magic Sword's tone revealed undisguised surprise.

After all, a high-end product like a death knight is not something that can be created casually, not only a perfect and suitable object, but also an extremely complex and cruel magic ritual, both of which are indispensable.

Zhang Cheng smiled and nodded: "That's right! But to correct a little, what I want is not a simple death knight, but a death dragon knight." Notice the scarred half-dragon man down there, with pure dragon blood flowing through him. I'm going to fuse him with the dragon of death to form a soul-symbiotic relationship. That way, when I summon a dragon, I can summon him with him. Well, my idea is good. ”

"It's really interesting! I'm surprised that you've already started to learn to take advantage of some of the loopholes in the rules of the game. But be careful, magic, especially necromancy, is always fraught with all sorts of unforeseen surprises and dangers. I believe that with your intelligence, it should not be difficult to understand what terrible consequences will happen to hundreds of thousands of unjust souls once they get out of control. The magic sword reminded quietly.

"Don't worry, as long as they have this, they won't be able to take out my control. With that, Zhang Cheng took out the Heavenly Disaster Stone that exuded a cold aura from his waist bag, and at the same time gave the attack order to the Death Dragon lurking in the shadows.

The big guy, which had grown to nearly eight meters, rushed out directly from the shadows at a speed that was almost indistinguishable to the naked eye, waving its claws and grabbing the wings behind the enemy's back, tearing them off violently.

"Ahh!!!!!!!h

Battered, Eric couldn't help but get down on one knee and let out a roar of pain, blood gushing out from the broken wing.

Two corpse behemoths, three Stitched Abominations, and a dozen ghouls seized the opportunity to swarm him, knocking him to the ground on the spot, and pounced on him to bite and slap.

Although the hard dragon scales have extremely high defensive capabilities, they are not invulnerable no matter how they are, and after a while, there are more than a dozen deep wounds on the body, and what is even worse is that the right hand holding the weapon seems to have been smashed by the heavy beam of the house by Abomination, and there is no strength at all.

Noticing that the most important test object seemed to have lost most of its combat effectiveness, the corners of Zhang Cheng's mouth curled slightly, and he muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear......: "The time is ripe! It's time for the final part!

The words just fell!

He raised his left hand, which held the flint staff, and began to chant a jerky incantation loudly, and with the chanting, a line hidden in the middle of the main road suddenly began to glow with a strange green glow, followed by the second and third lines also began to light up.

In less than three or five minutes, a huge magic array that enveloped the entire old town finally emerged.

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